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Goodbye, My Countrymen

 


 

As Odin finished his resignation speech and his fellow Norlanders had finished filing out to return to their unending work he took a moment to look around the cramped throne room of Vjardengrad. Much smaller than the Alisgrad throne room, he had prioritized space in the city for his people rather than himself. Odin exhaled a long sigh, the weight on his shoulders seeming to lift only slightly, he wasn’t sure whether to be happy about this or frustrated.

 

A few months later Odin attended the Kingsmoot. He had ensured the result was already decided long before he had even begun considering resigning, planning ahead as he always had, this was no exception. Less Rurics had attended this Kingsmoot than his own, but far more Norlanders were present, a pleasant surprise. As his eyes scanned the crowd, looking for threats to put down before they could be acted upon, he spotted his daughter standing not among the fellow Rurics, but rather among the crowd. A wave of pride flowed through him, though he was not as good a father as he wanted to be, it seemed his daughter made up for it on her own. A little more weight shedded from his shoulders as he saw his daughter and finished the Kingsmoot, one step closer to his grandest plan yet.

 

A few months more and Odin attended the coronation of Balon. Odin thought back to his own coronation, how the Grand King of Urguan Bakir had thrown a tantrum over a Lakian joke (which was repeated at Balon's coronation, establishing a proud Norlandic tradition), a sign of diplomatic relations to come. He could only hope that this newest reign would be a good one, that he had adequately arranged for it to be unsinkable, and full of many more stories and historical moments. Some more weight left from his shoulders, and though he would not be around to enjoy the golden age he had forged he knew that he would be far happier in his own golden age.

 

And so, finally, Odin packed up what few belongings he owned and with a smile offered his hand to Edyth. Little words were needed, this having been planned since Edyth first forced Odin to think of what he wanted rather than what others wanted of him. His dreams, his tireless work, all the headaches and dangers were all in the pursuit of this moment, and his efforts had finally bore fruit. The weight of kingship never fully left, but now it was barely able to be felt over the joy and elation of finally reaching this day. Hands firmly clasped together, Odin and Edyth walked out of the palace, through the square and causeway, over the bridge, and into peaceful retirement without ever looking back.

 

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The newly crowned king, Balon Eiriksson offered a respectful nod to Odin as he departed the castle.

"I could not do this without you, IRON FROM ICE!"

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Artyom's spirit rests easy in the Allfather's halls, glad Odin did not truly hold ire against him for the diplomatic incident long ago.

 

A weary veteran allows himself to shed a tear at the peacemaking king's final departure. From proud Varhelm to Solheim's shores, Norland had been home to him. It had been Odin who allowed him to return home after his mistakes, something he was not sure he truly deserved. And so Theroden raised a mug towards the sunset. "Allfather guide you, peacemaker."

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Locked inside a dingy attic in Vjardengrad, a shaken man sheds tears broken by fits of laughter. Tears for finally having to say goodbye to the man who helped him build a new home-who showed him the way to become a better person each and every day. Though, through it all, he laughs, as he is happy that this man, whose stress and suffering he had only known little of, is finally able to rest. "Thank you Odin. For everything." Though Grimm feels the magnitude of his thanks is not known or felt by Odin, he still wishes thanks, even in quiet, to a man truly worthy of the title of king, and The Peacemaker.

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The hand of an old friend would rest in Odin's shoulder as he departed the castle. A faint whisper in his ear saying. "I've watched over you since you first became King... you've helped your Kingdom grow, you've spent sleepless nights worrying about it's fate, you've shed blood, tears and sweat. You deserve your rest, I'm proud of what you accomplished here." Much like the figure had come from nothing it vanished into the wind.

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Glad to have been there every weekend for some months. I admire how much work and dedication you put this past year into Norland. You are epic bud. Norland is where it is today in great part thanks to you. 👊

 

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